Wednesday, 30 July 2025

The One and Only Bottle of Wine

 

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Yorkshire Pudding's recent post entitled Temperance ended with a "How about you?" question. I put in a short reply there, but then also felt inspired to share a memory here on my own blog.

I was born into a teetotaller family. My maternal grandfather was chairman of a local branch of a Temperance organisation. My paternal grandmother's father was among the founders of a free church. My own parents weren't active members of any organisation or church, but there was never any alcohol in our house; nor was it ever served in any family context on either side of the family. For my own part, even in my youth I never felt tempted to start drinking alcohol either. I had enough friends with whom I had fun without any of us drinking anything stronger than tea - while on the other hand, I also came across a few  people with serious addiction problems.

The Wine Bottle story that popped to mind for me is this: 

Once, back in my teens, some time in the early 1970s, my parents had invited a business friend of my dad's + his wife for dinner; and they came bearing a gift: A bottle of wine. They probably felt some consternation when neither their bottle nor any other wine appeared on the table together with the food. But no drinks stronger than 2,25% apple cider were ever served in our house. 

However, my parents must also have felt a reluctance to just get rid of the wine later by opening the bottle and pouring it out. Instead, it was just stored away in the cellar. 

Just putting something away in the cellar and forgetting about it is of course not all that odd. (For one thing, my dad was always rather reluctant to throw anything away.) But it did feel odd when decades later, I discovered that wine bottle (still intact) sitting on a shelf in the cellar of the house they moved to some twenty years later (dad's childhood home, which they added to and moved into when he retired). They did actually get rid of quite a lot of other stuff in connection with moving... But for obscure reasons, not that bottle!

The 40+ years old bottle (still unopened) was still there in 2014 when my brother and I finally cleared out that house to sell it (after our parents had passed away). 

I too just left it on the shelf, to be dealt with (together with a lot of other odds and ends) by the antique dealer we hired for the final clearing of the house. 

For all I know, it may still be sitting unopened on a shelf in someone else's cellar.

 

9 comments:

  1. That's quite a story. Just imagine if it were a rare vintage . . .

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    1. Janice, as we made a package deal with that antiques guy we'll never know! ...

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  2. How strange! It is kind of funny that you left it there. We do not drink either. Used to, though. They say a glass of wine a day is good for the heart, but you can get the same resveratrol in some grape juices.

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    1. Ginny, even if I had opened that bottle I wouldn't have been able to tell if it was "good" or not! (I know next to nothing about wine, but seem to recall it should be stored lying down? This one never was...)

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  3. It's funny but good you still have the bottle of wine. Think I'm going to write a post about this topic too next week.

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  4. Amy, I do not still have it. And I have no idea if the guy who did the final clearout of the house for us drank it, sold it or kept it!

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  5. It really is odd that your parents even moved the bottle with them when they went to live in your Dad‘s childhood home!

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  6. That unopened bottle, untouched through generations, becomes less a drink and more a symbol of enduring values, memory, and the strange persistence of things left behind

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  7. I, too, came from a home where my parents never drank. They had a cupboard in the kitchen where all the (unopened) bottles they had been given were stored. When we cleared the house after my mother's death I found quite a few of the bottles that I remembered from before I'd left home - over 40 years earlier! A friend offered to take everything to the local recycling - but commented that some of the wine might still be drinkable but I've no idea if they actually tried any.

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